"She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream."
- Virginia Woolf, The Years (via capricapra)
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“Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?”— Mary Oliver (via amortizing)
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